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When my bride and I got married, that was a part of our vows. As I am sure it was for most of our readers. It seems to me that when we have children there is an implied vow “in sickness and in health”. I don’t know of any parent who wouldn’t gladly switch places with their child who has a life threatening illness. In the last weeks before we placed David, I heard a lot about how he was affecting my health. And it is true, he was having a major impact on my health. You see, I have a couple of different illnesses; illnesses that react in a negative fashion when confronted with Stress. If I could somehow fix David by giving every ounce of good health that I had, I would do so. In a heartbeat. No question about it. However. When he started to drain the

We had mediation today. Wasn’t too thrilled with the mediator, but not any choice in the matter. In the end, we let them know that we are pursuing a residential placement for our son. Until that happens, we are going to pursue a day treatment program, which is what the school has wanted since last January. Until either of those two things happen, the school is going to provide the curriculum, and my wife will be teaching him. We could not get the principal to admit her lies, but we didn’t really expect to get that kind of admission either. At least we came to a consensus regarding our son’s education. Above all else, he is what is most important. Oh, one other thing, as a plan C, they want us to consider residential placement in either Duluth, MN; Billings, MT; or Denver, CO. Not sure that anything like that

We just had the mother of all meltdowns. Haven’t seen one this bad for a long time. He attempted to attack his older sister, and then went into full off complaint mode talking so fast no one could understand him. After which he started to attack me. I ended up laying him on his belly across a bed and laying across him so he couldn’t move. Very scary. I am a large guy. he is less than 80 pounds, and it was all I could do to keep him from hurting either himself or someone else. I swear that for a few minutes, I wasn’t sure he was my son. All over two things. An ink pen and he didn’t want to take his meds. Now he is happily playing with his cars. and medicated. Calling into psych right now. Tweet #fighting4answrs